The exhaustion seeped into my bones, a deep, unrelenting ache that no amount of sleep could fix. But sleep wasn’t an option. My body was drained, but my mind refused to shut down. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Grachelle trapped, scared, while waiting for us to find her.
I raked a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I leaned back against the chair in my study. The house was quiet now. Everyone had gone to their rooms, but silence never meant peace. Not in times like these. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, suffocating, unrelenting.
Jake Wilson. The name echoed in my mind like a curse. A ghost from the past, one that had come back to haunt us in the worst way possible. We had a name, but that wasn’t enough. He was still out there. And Grachelle… God,
